Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Good Girl Gone Wrong Ch 08

Beth didn't yet know that meant he was getting closer to cumming. She just endured the increased pleasure as the stroke pounded harder and faster inside her. "Nhhh... Please," She gasped finally, "It'sss too much..." She knew he wouldn't care, but her whole body was hyper stimulated now, and all she wanted was some relief. A few minutes ago all the pain he inflicted on her felt like pleasure, but now it was coming full circle and all the pleasure she was experiencing was starting to feel like pain.

"You cum on my dick and you think the ride is over, slut?" he asked sarcastically. "The ride is over when I fill your tight teen pussy with my cum." Beth didn't think that tonight could get any worse, but those words chilled her to the core. "Cumm... Inside me?" she asked, having trouble comprehending those words. "No, you can't do that to me. I'm not on anything. You have to pull out--"

"I don't have to do anything slut," her rapist said, suddenly squeezing her throat to shut her up as his dick sped up to short quick strokes while he gasped and panted. "You gave up the right to tell any man no the second you started sucking dick for cash. You're just a whore now, and tonight you're my whore. My whore. My pussy. My tight little cum dump." While he ranted fucked her franticly, but his grip never slackened, and by the time he bottomed out against her cervix and started to paint her womb white with his cum, her vision was fading to black while she gasped for breath. In this detached semi-conscious state, she observed the feelings of his dick pulsing inside her in an almost clinical way. She felt him throb, then the warmth of his cum filling her up, and then after a short delay she felt the pleasure echo through her body. This process repeated itself several times before he finally let go of her body and let her slump to the floor, a quivering trembling mess.

Beth lay there in her not quite orgasmic state as she gulped down air and tried to catch her breath. She was grateful to be alive after what she thought was going to be the end for her, but that joy quickly bled away from her while she lay on the cold floor feeling his cum start to ooze from her abused vagina. "God you've got a tight pussy, slut," her rapist reflected as he leaned against the sink and wet a handkerchief so he could clean the whore off his dick. "I thought I was just going to teach you a lesson, but I think maybe we should make this a regular thing. What do you say slut. I could bring you over to my house..."

He kept talking, but she couldn't hear him over the sound of her heart breaking as the blood pounded in her ears. This was the lowest point of her whole life, she reflected coldly, and she couldn't imagine that she'd ever find herself lower than this. She should probably just kill herself now, she thought, eying the knife on the ground, less than a foot from her face. It would be so much easier than trying to live with this, she thought. He just wouldn't stop talking though, not that she cared; he was talking at her, not to her so he didn't even really expect a response. Finally, her rapist nudged her with his foot. "Come on slut, you're coming home with me for round two. Maybe if you do a good job, I'll drop you off with mommy and daddy when I'm done stretching out your holes."

Kicking her like that merely annoyed her, but his words terrified her. He wanted to do this all over again? Raping her once hadn't been enough for him? Beth continued to lay there looking catatonic for all the world, but she was starting to hyperventilate as panic gripped her.

she didn't move, he reached down and grabbed her by her left arm and started to pull her to her feet. "You

why. Some inner strength she hadn't known she had picked up the knife in her right hand as he focused on picking her up by her left. He pulled her to him, and she slumped against him. "What the fuck," he swore suddenly pushing her away from him, with a large

she suddenly raised it up and something about her

soaked through shirt. The hole was too small for that. He'd been stabbed. No, he hadn't been stabbed, she corrected. She stabbed him. She penetrated him the same way that he'd penetrated her ten minutes earlier. She wondered

finally. His voice sounded desperate, and even though his body language fell for it, she reached down for her bag to call 911. That was when he pounced. She didn't see it coming, and there was no chance that she would have been able to fight her rapist off again, but his

rise to his feet, and when he couldn't, he started to crawl towards the door. Beth was faster though. She hopped up, slammed the door and while she was leaning against it, she pulled her pants up and her bra down. Her rapist started to rattle the door then, but he lacked the strength to

going to fucking prison. Attempted murder of a police officer?" He yelled out in obvious pain. "You know what the guards are going to do to you every single fucking night? You should have gone home with me when you

me," she yelled back, surprised to find she was crying again just because of those three

didn't answer. He was right. No one would believe her. The bastard would get away with it. She wanted to just curl up there by the door and sob until someone found her,

the heroine of a horror movie. She had blood on her face, hands, and clothes. She looked like she'd murdered someone, which in a way might be true. She didn't let herself worry about that just now though. Instead, she stripped and took a shower as hot as she could tolerate. Only once she was under that steamy cascade did she let the floodgates open

more complicated, but they were dominated by fear and pain. When she thought about the orgasm though, all she could feel when she thought about that moment was guilt and shame. To think